Someone’s singing in the basement. Annie hears it through the floor and feels it in her feet when she puts them on the floor to pull on her slippers...
...the progression of Lillian’s dementia is there, just outside, and I have to encounter this slow, arduous and mysterious passage. Lillian was a painter, as I am.
In her 47th post, Helena offers a short piece of writing by her adult son, an example of stream of consciousness-style writing, plus a call to try it yourself.